[Verse]
Once again black flags are hoisted, in the county of Tyrone,
Three more good men lie butchered, by the forces of the Crown,
We shed tears of grief and anger, as the news spreads quickly round,
How the SAS had waited, without warning, gunned them down.

[Chorus]
Now the green flag's wrapped around them,
Gloves and berets on their chest,
We salute three gallant soldiers,
As we lay them down to rest.

[Verse]
On the road past Drumnakilly, sorrow shrouds that roadway still,
Therе the sas men lay in waiting, to do Maggie Thatchеr's will,
Like Loughgall and like Gibralter, British justice it has no frills,
They came to Tyrone for vengeance and their orders were to kill.

[Chorus]
Now the green flag's wrapped around them,
Gloves and berets on their chest,
We salute three gallant soldiers,
As we lay them down to rest.

[Verse]
Gerry and Martin Harte we've lost you, we remember you with pride,
You both had so much to live for, now your dreams have been denied,
Brian Mullin we will miss you, with your friendly smiling face,
Though you died with your fond comrades, in our hearts you keep the place.

[Chorus]
Now the green flag's wrapped around them,
Gloves and berets on their chest,
We salute three gallant soldiers,
As we lay them down to rest.

[Verse]
Three brave volunteers have gone now, what is there left to say?
It was Ireland's love that called them when they joined the IRA,
So let Thatcher send her murderers to the hills of green Tyrone,
It is she who will be mourning, when we send her soldiers home.

[Chorus]
Now the green flag's wrapped around them,
Gloves and berets on their chest,
We salute three gallant soldiers,
As we lay them down to rest.

[Chorus]
Now the green flag's wrapped around them,
Gloves and berets on their chest,
We salute three gallant soldiers,
As we lay them down to rest.